Written By Ferrando
Jan. 11, 2017, 1:02 p.m.(8/19/1005 AR)
A Whisper is, above all else, a practitioner of the art of discretion. An inspirational person, versed in arts and culture, always seeking new ideas and experiences. Our generous patrons find the Whispers not just companions to social functions, but muses, confidants, teachers, and more. The Whisper House is a place whose ideals lie in opening the doors to new possibilities, to find personal growth and success, achievement and satisfaction.
A Whisper is a facilitator, not a servant. A patronage is a dialogue, not a contract. The Whisper will try to be what he or she feels the guests need them to be. It's only natural that, comfortable with authority as they generally are, not all our guests are always fully receptive to where they are being guided. But our guests lack not for those who must follow their orders, and so it would be foolish for the House to provide something in such ready supply to them. A path without some challenges only leads to stagnation, not growth.
Exclusive arrangements are not unheard of. They do require a significant investment of resources, as well. But it is also true that over the House's distinguished history, the best and brightest Whispers were also the ones least likely to agree to such terms. The brighter the light, the more it wishes the whole world to bask in its Radiance.
Written By Lydia
Jan. 11, 2017, 12:46 p.m.(8/19/1005 AR)
What I don't understand is why I'm the only one who seems to care that everything is falling apart.
Written By Lark
Jan. 11, 2017, 12:39 p.m.(8/19/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Though the list of tasks that I am honored with continues to grow, assisting him in realizing his noble destiny remains chief among them.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 11, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Honestly I'm surprised I haven't pissed off anyone to call me to task yet and demand I name a champion. Poor Kima must be bored.
Maybe I'm actually learning tact and diplomacy. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.
Written By Larissa
Jan. 11, 2017, 10:22 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Written By Larissa
Jan. 11, 2017, 10:15 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ferrando
Written By Larissa
Jan. 11, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calandra
Written By Agnarr
Jan. 11, 2017, 9:12 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Written By Angelo
Jan. 11, 2017, 6:21 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
In Arx, Time has not abanoned me. Time has heard me and it has galloped from my hands. I have reached one month in the compact, the time I had established for my objective of reconnoitering the political frontispiece. I think I have succeeded. Now it is time to begin my work.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 11, 2017, 4:51 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)
Written By Leola
Jan. 11, 2017, 2:40 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
The Stone Grove. I've heard a little of it, how plants grow there that will grow nowhere else. It sounds precisely as the type of place so mentioned in my work; but inside the city and in the care of Redrain. I don't doubt they'll give permission, should I ask to speak there, but it is something to consider.
Poor Mistress Hana. She's been so harassed and busy of late, and her grandmother's death, in addition to this. I offered what comfort I can, and smuggled her into Saik Tower for a night or two away from it all, a place to grieve without dealing with customers or the scene it happened. She brought her grandmother's cat, and Aletta refrained from chasing her at all. Myrinda's sharp tongue lives on, it seems.
Written By Monique
Jan. 11, 2017, 2:03 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Signe
PS. I might be able to offer a few tips and tricks, if you want!
Written By Monique
Jan. 11, 2017, 2:01 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowan
Written By Monique
Jan. 11, 2017, 2:01 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
There are great nights.
And the there's the night when you get carried off like prized booty after a few drinks and jokes with good friends.
The only thing that would have made it better?
Bonfire
Written By Drea
Jan. 11, 2017, 1:25 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
All her life she vexed me, sometimes I think on purpose.
But I never stopped loving her. As I struggle to learn the nature of things, I begin to understand her and love her even more and the woman she has become.
Isn't that the story as old as time itself? And the cycle continues.
Daughter--Deva, I love you.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 11, 2017, 1:21 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
I ...
You could have just-
Written By Rowan
Jan. 11, 2017, 1:10 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Muiryn
It won't be the day after that.
It may not be for weeks, or even months.
But my revenge will be the wrath of the storm on your bacon-thieving ass.
Written By Alis
Jan. 11, 2017, 12:16 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Written By Serafine
Jan. 10, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
emit the musk of passions hues
an ancient creature brought hither
master's hands on his comely muse
take heart sword of the vulpine
a moment's sin is its own bliss
lakes of sorrow a salt rind
enveloped in the sharpest kiss
no never, she says, of her own mind.
Written By Bethany
Jan. 10, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(8/17/1005 AR)
I think - I think - I think...
... I think I will take a week and serve with the Silent Reflections. I need an object lesson.
(Until the next, scholar.)
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